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Next lunch she'll have is canned peas with no can opener. Packing lunches is hard. She's lucky he didn't accidentally send her with his marlboro reds and coke.

Someone tell @revveduprage that a bread sandwich isn’t a lunch.

Thanks.

She’s kidding, she’s grateful, but now she’s on the hunt for a soda to wash this down while Kate Bush blasts in her ears.

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I ran out of peanut butter, okay? What was I supposed to send then? A prison sandwich is still a sandwich.

Since it’s Friday, she’s getting some shopping done.

Shoes, not bread... @revveduprage, yeah, she heard all about that prison sandwich… Sounds like judgment coming from someone with a Marlboro and a Diet Coke but she means well.

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"Oh shit, I was right? I was just fishin'," he laughed and clapped his back. "Pool. Hairspray. We should seriously go in on a Mojo Dojo Casa House. It could be us, Eddie, shit, Argyle too. Though I will say Murray will probably poke around from time to time."

Four words: mojo dojo casa house. — @heroichairspray

Shit. Say less.

My job? Pool. Not lifeguard. Just pool.

@heroichairspray

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— Strange young girls covered in sadness, eyes of innocence hiding their madness. . .

original character portrayal. old soul, protective, coping with the chaos through any means possible.

elder half-sister to @resistthesepearls, cousin to @carvedidols, @ganjaovergod, and jason. on-again, off-again of @revveduprage. dark themes possible. 21+ rp.

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Pops open a beer and takes a swig before sliding one to @corn-dog-cryptographer. "I'm not stupid, man. I know you're bound to have questions about.. everything. So you just go ahead and ask' em. The tension is killin' me, here."

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"Nah man, it would be hairspray, no doubt about that. I can smell the Farrah Fawcett spray from here. Though I personally swear by Aquanet. Keeps things in place but not crunchy."

Four words: mojo dojo casa house. — @heroichairspray

Shit. Say less.

My job? Pool. Not lifeguard. Just pool.

@heroichairspray

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Four words: mojo dojo casa house. — @heroichairspray

Shit. Say less.

My job? Pool. Not lifeguard. Just pool.

@heroichairspray

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He offered an awkward smile as he saw her and stepped in as she opened the door for him. "I was invited; of course, I came," he muttered, looking around before his eyes landed back on her as he turned. "She's better. Weak still. But she responded to the sound of my voice today," he said, voice strained as if trying to keep his emotions in check. "The nurses are playing cassettes her friends made in hopes of more reaction. With any hope she could wake this week, and I'll be damned if I'm not there when she does.." He reached out then, twirling a lock of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. "How are you? Heard your dad ran back to Manhattan?"

Based on what she told Jacey, she’s making dinner for @revveduprage after leaving an (unintentionally) cryptic message in his windshield at the hospital. Something was better than not trying, and something was steaks and some asparagus and mashed potatoes.

‘Ten PM. Horowitz home. You snooze you lose.’

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He sat in the driver's seat of his car, debating for a moment whether he should go or not. Ultimately, he took a deep breath and decided that, yes, he would go. He turned the key in the ignition and peeled out of the parking lot. It had only taken minutes, and sure, maybe some speeding, but only a few minutes to get there. He parked, removed the key from the ignition, and pocketed it before making his way to the door. He rang the doorbell and waited.

Based on what she told Jacey, she’s making dinner for @revveduprage after leaving an (unintentionally) cryptic message in his windshield at the hospital. Something was better than not trying, and something was steaks and some asparagus and mashed potatoes.

‘Ten PM. Horowitz home. You snooze you lose.’

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He furrowed his brows when he spotted it. It had to be Victoria, it was her hand writing so it wasn't a trap. Right? He leaned against his car as he finished his cigarette, reading over it once more before heading back inside the hospital to say his goodbyes to Max, slipping the note inside his back pocket. After wishing Max goodbye, and saying a prayer, though he'd never admit it, he slipped into the car, turned the key into the ignition and headed off to the Carver home.

Based on what she told Jacey, she’s making dinner for @revveduprage after leaving an (unintentionally) cryptic message in his windshield at the hospital. Something was better than not trying, and something was steaks and some asparagus and mashed potatoes.

‘Ten PM. Horowitz home. You snooze you lose.’

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He looked at her then, really looked at her and he felt guilty. Fuck. Fuckity Fuck. Here he was being an ass again. "... I'm sorry," not one for apologies often, but it was the truth. He was sorry, and what a time to start saying it. After coming back from the supposed dead. "She's at the hospital. In the ICU. They say things aren't looking very good for her right now."

“You’re alive…”

She didn’t expect to see him again, especially when his dad made it very clear that he was gone after the chaos that pushed her own family out of town so suddenly.

“Your dad said you were dead and not to come looking. That it was useless. So he lied? Or am I totally losing it?” — @bubble-gum-barbiedoll

He sighed. This.. was not an easy topic to explain. Not after everything and if he did tell the entire truth, he'd be called insane, surely. "My old man, well, he more or less disowned me. So I was dead. To him."

Neil actually was not aware of his current state of affairs, breathing and all that, and honestly? He didn't want him to be.

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SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

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"I don't know? Wasn't this your idea? Hopper and Joyce in trouble in Lenora Hills or wherever? Did you expect me to pull out some surfer slang and save the two of them?"

In another universe where he’s not fighting with crackheads, he’s roadtripping with @revveduprage to California to save Jim with Joyce somehow.

He’s won the music argument and Crocodile Rock by Elton John is on full blast. Next up, Rasputin.

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Mimicking putting a gun in his mouth and pulling the trigger as he is forced to endure this...even if the beat is catchy.. he won't admit to that. "Tacos are good, I guess? I mean they technically do have meat.. unless you're like.. a bullshit vegetarian. Or those weird hippie freaks that only eat lettuce."

In another universe where he’s not fighting with crackheads, he’s roadtripping with @revveduprage to California to save Jim with Joyce somehow.

He’s won the music argument and Crocodile Rock by Elton John is on full blast. Next up, Rasputin.

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He needed this cigarette, if anything it was simply to calm his nerves. Keep his hands from shaking. Billy before this all happened? He was fearless. Okay, that's a lie, he was fearless when it came to everything except his own father. Neil knew exactly what to do to reduce Billy to nothing more than an angry, trembling child again.

Then to hear just how dismissive he was after his supposed death? It shouldn't hurt. He'd steeled himself against the raging abuse, the hurtful words, even the fists so long ago. Why did this hurt so much now? Why did knowing his father did not give a singular fuck about his entire existence feel like the twisting of a knife lodged directly in his heart? His heart was shriveled, and rotten. Or so he had tried to convince himself.. "What good is it of me to stay here? My little sister is here," He argued, the words tumbling out before he could reign himself in. "My sister is here. Susan left. Max is all I have left.. but for you? I'm not asking you to stay here in this fucked up apocalyptic hellhole for me..I was dead, remember?"

“You’re alive…”

She didn’t expect to see him again, especially when his dad made it very clear that he was gone after the chaos that pushed her own family out of town so suddenly.

“Your dad said you were dead and not to come looking. That it was useless. So he lied? Or am I totally losing it?” — @bubble-gum-barbiedoll

He sighed. This.. was not an easy topic to explain. Not after everything and if he did tell the entire truth, he'd be called insane, surely. "My old man, well, he more or less disowned me. So I was dead. To him."

Neil actually was not aware of his current state of affairs, breathing and all that, and honestly? He didn't want him to be.

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— Independent and selective portrayal of Jim Hopper from Stranger Things. This is a MDNI blog. Selective replies. 21+ writer. Possible triggers ahead.

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He hates that he doesn't even have his car anymore. Forehead pressed up uncomfortably against the cool glass of the passenger side window. A look somewhere between a pout and a sneer nearly etched into his features as he is forced to endure this old people music. "Can we at least stop and get food on the way there? I'm on a high-protein diet, and I'm starving." He sighed, breath fogging the glass momentarily.

In another universe where he’s not fighting with crackheads, he’s roadtripping with @revveduprage to California to save Jim with Joyce somehow.

He’s won the music argument and Crocodile Rock by Elton John is on full blast. Next up, Rasputin.